Iatrophobia

Today I had a flashback of me as a kindergartner running from the nurse and my mom at the doctor's office. I ran out of the patient room and into the lobby hoping some other kids would join me. By the time I got to escape, the nurse and my mom grabbed me by each arm and dragged me back. I cried, screamed, and kicked. Was it three shots that I had that day? I don't remember. It makes me laugh thinking about this because back then my sister and I were the screaming duo that every nurse dreaded at the doctor's office.

I had to get a checkup today and get some tests done. I just cringed in my seat thinking I had to get a needle poked into my arm. The nurse had to find a vein that apparently doesn't exist in my right arm. She wiped some rubbing alcohol on the spot and took out 6 test tubes. Really, 6? I closed my eyes shut and held my breath. That probably wasn't a good idea. She told me to relax. After a few minutes, it was over. I saw the tubes filled with red liquid and felt sort of disgusted. I had no idea it'd be that dark. I was done and walked out to the lobby finding my mom laughing at me.